(At rise, a train’s dining car, though it is sparse and without decoration, save for a table and a few chairs around it. On the table , there is a metal tray. The TRAMP enters. He sniffs around for some food. The car is without others. He sits, expecting be served. He demonstrates impatience. He is almost Vaudevillian. A WAITER enters.)

(The TRAMP motions for the two to kneel and put their hands together in a praying fashion. They seem confused.)

TRAMP
“Dear Lord, we are gathered today to bestow in holy matrimony the way of the cross-- cross-town expressway of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ Superstar. He was a funny lad, picking berries and cream from the wasteland, but he died! He died, he died! And after he was dead, he farted a little, broke wind, and then expired. Some say it was the northerly winds that broke, when the mountains shook, and the fire bellowed, but others say it was from the south! Altogether, not much is known regarding his passing. He died, and the third day, he died again because the lease expired on his very new car. I sometimes ask myself as do my brothers, if my lease will expire too. But then I realize I don’t own a car and don’t really give a shit. Let us recitate! “Our father who makes finger-paintings in Heaven, hallo be thy call. By kingdom come, thy will be consigned upon thy first born, just as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and daily grapes, and daily wine, and daily fresh cheeses. Do not forget to pass the hollandaise sauce. And pass also the sauce to he who makes passes against us. Because why not? There seems be enough to go around. Amen.” And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for, the anointing with the holy water. Close your eyes. Hold still!

(The TRAMP tip-toes away and grabs the metal sheet from the table. He smashes both the WAITER and the MAN with the sheet. They fall. The TRAMP steals from their pockets, take the MAN’s coat and frolics off.)

Interesting piece. It moves along very quickly. I imagined Charles Chaplin and that big rough actor who always played the cop or the Coal Miner or the Bartender in his films. It has a very anachronistic feel but i imagine that is certainly what yo were going for. I could almost see the "hand cranked" image and the dialogue cards flipping by.

There is an anarchic absurdism about it - reminds me a bit of Ubi Roi by Alfred Jarry. Were you consuming laudinum when you wrote this?? LOL.

Funny and yes moving fast from top to bottom. Great pace of exchanging smartass lines :) The ending prayer is puzzling but that's what you are going for. You might as well have a bear on a tricycle entering the stage at that point. Since Laphillyboy compared it a bit to Jarry's work make sure you are ready to have rotten tomatoes thrown at you for such blasphemies :) It will leave the audience with a WTF on their faces and that's healthy.

I think you have the start of something quite funny. I would encourage you to consider your diction. There isn't much variation between characters and it feels very modern. Differentiating your characters would greatly improve it. I think you should also consider when your piece takes place. I think slightly revising your diction could improve your play. Also, I think you could have more fun with malaprops in the beginning.